​saint laurent lyrics

[Intro]
Ho, don't text me in my zone (Nah)
I turn bro to a clone (Yeah)
Huh, bring yo' friend, lil' ho (Yeah)
I'm that n*gga, I don't rock VLONE (Ha, ha)
I mix Ricks up with the Chrome
I mix Ricks up with the Stone (Ha, ha)
Told my n*gga, "Get that bone"
Huh, all these n*ggas clones (Ha, ha)
Yeah, all these n*ggas some hoes (Go)
Me and my twin in the back of the Rolls (Yeah)
I—

[Verse]
Huh, yeah, I love money, uh
I love money, yeah (Uh, uh; This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
b*tch, I'm in that whip, hm, I'm tryna flip that car (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just called the plug, like, "What the f*ck you want?" (Yeah, what the f*ck, what the f*ck?)
I like Saint Laurent
I likе foreign hoes, I like forеign broads
She take off her bra (Yeah)
Cut that ho, you dead wrong (Yeah)
Pull up, dreads up in her thong (Yeah)
Stupid ho, she blow my phone (Yeah, yeah)
Ho, don't text me in my zone (Nah)
I turn bro to a clone (Yeah)
Huh, bring yo' friend, lil' ho (Yeah)
I'm that n*gga, I don't rock VLONE (Ha, ha)
I mix Ricks up with the Chrome
I mix Ricks up with the Stone (Ha, ha)
Told my n*gga, "Get that bone"
Huh, all these n*ggas clones (Ha, ha)
Yeah, all these n*ggas some hoes (Go)
Me and my twin in the back of the Rolls (Yeah)
I spent them bands on some clothes (Yeah)
I'm in love with the damn rolls
In that Trackhawk, on the road
I'm in Neiman, got no coat
On my soul, can't sell my soul
I put that sh*t on my bro, huh